"If possible," Anastasia's voice came without hesitation, yet it became dull, "I would like... to leave with you."
As she spoke these words, she was still growing.
Her original form had been completely covered by the tree—or rather, her body had completely turned to wood.
When Aiwass looked at her now, he could no longer see any trace of the young girl she once was within the gradually growing outline of the Great Tree. Even her voice had "matured," as if covered by a thick layer of leather, becoming dull and distorted compared to before.
Perhaps it was out of trust, or perhaps it was due to affection.
Or maybe it was because of her desire for the world and her anticipation of the unknown that she gave her answer directly without even asking what Aiwass was going to do.
Aiwass's lips curved into a slight smile as he picked out three Tarot Cards and wedged them between the fingers of his right hand.